From Milking to Nursing

“Chris.”  I startled with my name being called.  It seemed Mr. Evant had come home and I hadn't even realized it.  Matty, the little two year old fox cub was still laying on my leg with an arm around my hip and the other gently cradling my nut sack.  I froze knowing exactly what had happened and even with supposed permission I wondered if I was going to leave the house in one piece.

Mr. Evant, almost as if he knew it was going to happen spoke again, this time to his kit.  “Matty let him up or I won't be feeding you tonight.”  Like some spring loaded toy the cub shot up staring puppy-eyed at his father.  “There's my good kit.  Let Chris go home and you can have daddies MilkMilk.”

I stood slowly wondering what exactly to say.  After all I had just spent the last hour plus playing with his cub, allowing him to explore my feline penis and having him give me my first and second blow job.

“Where are your pants?”  The question made me dash out of the room frantically pulling my clothes out of the dryer and struggling to get them on.   A few minutes later I was stumbling my way home, not caring where my feet landed as I tried to cope with what had just happened. 
 
“Chris!”  She caught me three steps into the house.  “Three things: Don't let your father know, he'd be upset:  Don't let your sister know or I'm going to be very upset:  Lastly Don't EVER let something happen except inside Shelly's home, Understand.”  With that my mother turned and walked away flicking her hand in the direction of my room like we had just has some argument and she was sending me there for punishment.

In my room I took the two twenties out of my pocket and stuck them in my dresser.  Being thirteen, I would normally have a list totaling more than three times that amount of things I wanted to buy and begging my mother for a ride to the bus ready and willing to blow most of that on some big combo meal with snacks after that at the mall.  Instead I spent the next hour until dinner hiding in my room cleaning up the last of the school papers and projects I had brought home last week.  

Believe me, I wasn't doing anything naughty.  I was really trying to avoid it, but I could do nothing for more than a few minutes before my mind pulled up those soft paws, wet tongue, warm moist mouth and...  I found myself constantly shaking my head hard enough to make my ears touch trying to concentrate on anything besides this afternoon. 

When I finally did crawl into bed at 9:30, my new summer bedtime, I had nothing left to do but think about what happened.  I had played with myself quite a bit here and there over the past year, getting myself hard but it wasn't often that I actually cum.  But now, in the darkness of my room, my mind and paw wouldn't stop.  I squirted quickly then built back up again to another climax, I probably would have gone again if I didn't drift off to sleep with my nighttime shorts and underwear around one ankle and my sheets slowly soaking up my seed.

“Chris take a shower and get dressed, Shelly asked if you could stop by.”  My mom didn't' even stop walking through the living room as she gave orders telling my sister Tara to pick up all her clothes and put them in the basket next to the washer machine.  Well summer didn't really mean all fun and so far it had been a very lazy Wednesday morning.  I didn't want to but I peeled myself off the couch, mainly because my mind had imagined Mrs. Evant actually needed me.

I was quick to drench myself with water and dry off, and far quicker to dress trying not to get erect thinking of how she might be asking me to baby sit again.  I had finally come to a decision some time last night, if no one knew... or to be more precise, if no one was going to say anything, then why would I pass up a chance for a blow job, even one given by little Mats.

“That was fast Chris, although I sort of expected it would be.”  Mrs. Evant's smile was, well sly if I can say that without pointing out she was a attractive vixen.  And one that most of us teens had some sort of crush on, whether it was the tail, hips, or boobs she had good amounts of all three.  “Follow me.  I wanted to talk about yesterday.”

I knew I was just following her tail, suddenly being swept up in a naughty little fantasy, but I stalled out when she pushed open her bedroom door and walked inside.  I got one hesitant step before something almost knocked me off my feet as a small kit wrapped his way around my leg.

“Hi Mats.”  I stated rubbing his head.

“Luv you Chris.”  Came the quick answer as he smiled up at me.  I should have expected it but part of me still freaked a little as that small paw came up and gently cupped under my balls.  I was struggling some, shifting so those small paws couldn't get a good grip and pull down my shorts.

“Chris!”  Mrs Evant's voice caught my attention.  “Matty what did I tell you.”  She turned her focus to her kit.

“Uhh...  MilkMilk preease Chris.”  The request came.  I didn't do anything now as those paws pulled down my shorts and underwear leaving them just above my knees as he began playing with my privates.

“Chris if you don't mind Matty has been begging us since last night to let you come back.  Why don't you get undressed and come up on the bed.  I looked over to see her patting the covers next to her and the throb and quick expansion of my penis had nothing to do with little Matty, well not entirely.

Mrs. Evant pulled me close as I climbed on the bed after shedding my clothes.  The young cub was quick to settle in between my legs as his mother took my chin to look at me.  “I told him he can only do this a few times a week.  I don't want him getting spoiled and I'm willing to reward you for being a special friend to him.”  I had felt her other paw trace down my chest but instead of touching me lower she went to Matty's head.  “I figure since your giving him a meal I could give you one too.”

I was in total shock as she moved away a little pulling off her blouse and then opening up her bra freeing a decent sized pair of lightly furred boobs.  My eyes were surly straining their sockets as she pinched her fur-less nipples massaging them until a little white dribble leaked out.  “I know you probably want something else but I'm married.  Besides Chris I kinda consider you my child since I've watched you grow up.”

While she was talking she had moved closer and rolled taking my muzzle again and moving it close to her breast.  “That's it young man, you can play pretend with me.  I'll nurse you and you nurse Matty.”
That little cub had already taken my shaft, rolling me around his mouth with his tongue making my little barbs stiffen.  I could only open my mouth and tremble as she smiled an encouragement to start.

I kept trembling as she lifted one of my arms over her waist taking the first bit of warm fluid she was offering.  I rolled slightly and felt Matty adjust as well allowing part of my leg to rest on him trying to get a better position.  The action also caused him to latch on tighter increasing suction making me stall and moan.  I could hear Mrs. Evant sigh during my pause as she began playing with my ears as my own nursing intensified drawing in her warm milk and gulping it down as fast as I could.

I couldn't stop the light whimpers and moans as I continued to listen to her encouraging words as Matty began drawing out the MilkMilk that he wanted.

I popped off seconds later still shuddering in climax gasping for breath not realizing I had forgotten to really breath.  I think I almost passed out laying there blissfully as my orgasm rolled on.  I was brought back by two tongues, one that was cleaning off my muzzle the other teasing my still firm penis.

“I still have lots more and I know Matty hasn't had enough yet either, catch your breath little Chris and we can continue.”  She was scratching my ears and using the same tone to me as she used on Matty and I'm not sure how I felt about her calling me little but a few moments later when I tried her other breast I didn't think it really mattered anymore.

The first shot of warm liquid that squirted out of this breast made me pause.  I had been so hard and fast before that I really hadn't tasted much of anything.  Suckling a few times I let her cream fill my mouth and washed it around on my tongue...  For several seconds I wondered why it was called milk in the first place, it tasted nothing like what I got from the fridge.  It was strong tasting, in an almost sweet kind of way and it seemed to have a scent that was far heavier, almost musky making me want to draw in another mouthful.  I could hear a light laugh as I nuzzled in closer gripping her tighter as I truly began to feed, this time enjoying the experience as her little cub began once again teasing my own privates.

We spent the next half hour snuggled close up on the bed, me draining out as much milk as I could while Matty again took his prized MilkMilk out of my balls.  I can't say this was anything like what I expected when I was first asked to start a babysitting job yesterday, but I can say the forty bucks and the extra incentives will keep me coming back for the rest of the summer.